Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Down

Grr, arf! Arf!

Move on over, I done ya boy
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' boy
And when you gon' get it in your
The gate's wide open and the dog's off the

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop
I be yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the Bible I read, death is of the
And if you talk about death enough death is come
Dave taught me how to flow, shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin'
say I'm gangsta, some say I'm crazy
If you ask me I'll say I'm the hood made me
Now I can stunt 'til my ass broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head play me
See I'm cool with them Haitian mob
They say sak passe nap and rob niggas
The be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
See my flick, next to bring and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the
I enhanced in the slammer after them hammers
X up? (aight!)

You don't live that, you shouldn't say
Cause come out your mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin your money around and we play that
Get in our get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
We where you hang, we know where you stay at
That you on'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few clips you shouldn't play with
G-Unit, Ruff get you SHOT, DOWN

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas bout, think you playin' wit?
Double are, G-UNIT, the ol' shit (what!)
Put the fagots in the ring, 'em all quit
All y'all is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nothin'[ but a of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all good my
Back to the again, it's all hood my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was (aight?)
But once we got through the trials all smiles
'til a big type all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I from?
I'ma make you remember, you know my name from (YYea!)
45th Street, and Ave.
I ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga!

Yeah, word,
If your head ain't your shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nigga (just nicked)
if my chrome hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, the fuck is the problem
The Porsche is red the is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is (yea)
Niggas like me might rush your (word)
fuck up your carpet, brain on the window
I smell every time that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and knock out his chinbone
I don't the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin up
You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell
I'm the one flood the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him know P'll to cut his
And niggas is gettin' shot down, two up
Double are, S.P. D Block down